Friday, December 16, 2005


Cure for the Common Cold

Apparently the cure for the common cold involves dressing up in a very tight black dress (and a cobalt blue velvet cape), going out to a party, dancing like an assmonkey all night long and replacing almost all of your bodily fluids with red wine.

Alert the media.

I am told that I had a wonderful time, and everyone loves me. Of course they do, I give good party. Just not usually quite so ... vigorously.

Woke up half-dressed in the wrong bed this morning (fortunately my husband's) with a mouth tasting like the bottom of a parakeet's cage. Or perhaps the bottom of a parakeet. I'm not willing to do a taste test for comparison.

Unfortunately during all of this debauchery (my husband even danced with me!) no photographs were taken, so you'll just have to take my word for it that I was exceptionally hot and smelled like an expensive French ho (I wore perfume and body lotion! Opium if you're interested.) We even won one of the door prizes; a portable DVD player. Can't beat that.

God, I can't believe how badly I've needed a night out and for how long. That was truly excellent.

Slept late, late, late today and had a short and sweet shift at work. I'm now back home, all ready to do The Christmas Knitting.

But first ...

Um, my husband wants me to clean out the closet so we can use it for something else.

I'll start right after that, though. Promise.

I am so glad you got a night out!

Oh, and the closet, um, who is it that wants it cleared out??
I second Ann's comment. What's wrong with HIS closet cleaning hands? Don't care if it's your stuff or not, if he wants the closet, he can clean the closet, dammit.

Really, really, really, really glad to hear you had a great time at the party. You sounded like you needed it, and DEFINITELY deserve it. Hate the fact that you didn't take at least one pic though. poohead.
You sound so happy! Nice!

As for the closet - bag-n-trash, bag-n-trash.
I don't see the problem with the closet. It's not even 1/4 full.
A welcome change from smelling like a cheap french ho, no doubt.
Just a note...the Wicked Expensive French hos among us rely on the natural scent of the skin, you know...

Just ask Princess Josephine.

(I do, however, LOVE Opium. I just can't wear it without getting a headache. It smells wonderful.)
I LOVE Opium. In fact, when I have a choice, it is the only perfume I will wear.

Glad to hear you had such a great time.
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